I Am Youth

I reached back

To that floatsome time

Before life had wrung the joy from me

And mangled me, leaving me old.

Spring laughed in October--

Then I knew:

I am my own touchstone; I am youth.

I lifted my head

And hurled a challenge--

The moon and stars hearing

Danced down to the lake

And bathed in its beauty.

I, myself, looked in its mystic mirror:

I saw no lines of age--

Youth looked back at me from my eyes

And my lips were tremulous with June.

Candor